More Seasonal Poetry

Spring
by Shadow

The outside birds sing
Their greetings to spring:
Cheep cheep chirrup chirp cheer.
But my kind of talking's
A very loud squawking.
It's pleasanter to the ear.

Fall Poetry

Continuing with my suite of seasonal poems, I present you with this poem about fall:


Fall
by Shadow

In early fall
The little birds call,
"Migration time is near."
Then off they race
To a warmer place.
As for me, I stay right here.

Winter Poetry

Winter
by Shadow

Winter's not nice.
There's snow and there's ice,
And violent winds rage.
But I don't care
What happens out there.
I'm warm inside my cage.

The Latest Parrot Poetry

Pretty Bird

by Shadow

Birds may be blue, or black, or red.

These are colors that I’ve seen.

But the prettiest bird in all the world

Is the bird with feathers green.

Little birds sitting in a row

Make a lovely scene.

But the loveliest bird in all the world

Is the bird with feathers green.

A crested bird proud on a branch

May be beautiful as a queen.

But the beautifulest bird in all the world

Is the bird with feathers green.